Josephine lives in present-day Orlando. She drives a battered hatchback that she loves dearly-nearly as much as the woman who gave it to her. She is unaware of the two millennia-old, secret sleeping in her blood. Unaware that her anointed resonance is growing stronger and as it grows so does the danger. Every Friday after work, Josephine would leave her car parked neatly at her apartment complex, beneath the dull glow of the Colony Square Drive streetlamps and order an Uber to Disney Springs.To anyone who glanced over - and people did glance, at the striking woman sitting alone at the bar or by the water, so still and self-contained - she would have looked simply like someone enjoying an evening to herself.They wouldn't have seen the survivor, her deep sadness, her longing. Josephine oblivious to the silent traces started by the ancient Celts, And hidden in great works of art through the ages like, Michelangelo's Pietà, the visions of Dante that mapped the soul's transcendence, and the breadcrumbs left within Mona Lisa-all lead back to the one same illuminated source: the Beautiful Magdala Codex, concealed within the intricate tapestry of the Book of Kells. Little did Josephine know the relaxing evening drinking beer at Raglan Road, this was the final calm before the storm of her divine awakening. It's time for the rise of Josephine of Magdala.
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